You tell me to quit. I tell you I can’t. I can never tell you, you’re the reason I do in the first place. I speak every word for you. If I didn’t I would be silent. But I can’t stop talking. Can’t stop smiling. You would see the truth. But for once you actually care. So I sneak out my window. I take my little wooden box with me. I slip the box in the pocket of my jeans so I won’t lose it. I walk down the empty streets. No stars. There are never stars. I keep walking. I take the turn onto the one sidewalk that leads to nowhere. I finally get where I’m going. I sit down in the sand beside the lake. I take my little wooden box out of my jeans pocket and remove the cover hiding it. I take out one of my blades. And in the said I write “because I love you.” I take out the other razor blade and write “and because you never will.” Then for once I do something else. I throw them into the lake. If only you seen this. You might not wonder why I lie so much, and always hide behind my masks. But instead of telling you how I feel I stand up and start walking home. I walk down the sidewalk until I get to the roads. I continue down the empty roads, staring at the blank sky, and I walk. I finally get home. I open my window, climb back in, and cry myself to sleep.